#cruentus

TLDR Vince is a vampire in this AU which I know isn’t like. SUPER original but I like vampires. Does Rody? Maybe! Who knows! (Probably yes because I love my ships.)

[ knock. knock knock knock knock knock knock. ] So, hey, funny story.

"Just a...what? WHAT? This had better be good, or I swear I'll--"

With a ferocity matching that of her dragons, an extremely peeved Clair almost rips her apartment door off its hinges--who dares to knock (twenty-plus times!) at this ungodly hour? Situated against the frame in pajamas, a steaming mug of tea in her hand, a towel wrapped around her hair...and proverbial smoke billowing from her nostrils, the Gym Leader prepares to eviscerate this intruder on the spot.

...And then, Clair sees who it is. That impossibly rumpled wardrobe. The smallest of cocksure grins, complementing a bemused, unintimidated stare. It's...him. Down here again after who the hell knows how long, somehow.

Clair's eyes widen with surprise, and the poor mug falls out of her grip, shattering on the floor. A curse instinctively leaves the tamer's lips, and she slaps an apologetic hand over her mouth before hastily shouldering the door closed in Red's face. "Justgivemeonesec-"

Cruentus the hellhound and his adopted Legion demon son Acylius.

Acylius is mine.

Cruentus belong to @shadow-drygan

Design by me.

proton  didn’t  exactly  have  a  list  of  the  top  ten  places  he  never  wanted  to  be,  per  se,  but  getting  STRANDED  on  some  shitty  mountain  was  probably  pretty  high  up  there.  not  to  mention  it  was  cold  —  like,  stupid  cold.  

really,  this  entire  mission  was  stupid.  why  was  it  his  fault  a  handful  of  nobodies  (  grunts,  maybe  an  admin  or  two  to  keep  them  all  in  line  )  couldn’t  navigate  their  way  out  of  a  paper  bag?  what  was  so  hard  to  understand?  if  they  wanted  to  get  off  of  the  mountain,  they  just  had  to  go  DOWN.  it  wasn’t  rocket  science.  it  wasn’t  even  rocket  science  —  they  were  only  there  to  scout  out  some  rare  pokemon  sighting.  that  was  it.  as  far  as  missions  went,  it  was  about  as  exciting  as  stale  bread.

but  of  course,  the  weather  had  completely  gone  to  shit  (  well,  more  shit  )  the  MOMENT  he  had  started  tracking  down  the  missing  agents.  fierce  winds,  snow  that  scratched  at  exposed  skin  like  it  had  a  personal  vendetta  against  him . . .  if  proton  couldn’t  see  his  own  hand  in  front  of  his  face,  he  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  find  their  people.  the  only  thing  the  executive  could  do  was  duck  into  a  nearby  cave  before  the  storm  froze  him  SOLID.  ugh.  if  those  grunts  somehow  managed  to  wait  this  mess  out,  he  was  half  tempted  to  strangle  them  himself  —  for  the  inconvenience,  if  nothing  else.

They   tense,   Red’s   outburst   unexpected.   But   they   were   not   going   to   be   intimidated   by   a   kid.      ❝   Does   it   look   as   if   I   am   laughing?   ❞      They   respond,   their   smile   stretching   into   a   smirk.      ❝   Does   my   mere   existence   threaten   you?   Afraid   of   the   big   bad   boogie   man   that   is   Team   Rocket?   ❞      They   respond,   their   arms   crossing   easily   across   their   chest.

But   they   must   confess   that   Red’s   anger   and   defensiveness   does   unsettle   them,   but   they   won’t   show   weakness.   The   other   grunts   might   run,   cower   in   their   boots   at   the   child   who   took   down   Boss   Giovanni,   but   that   was   not   them.

But   that   smirk   easily   fades.      ❝   I’m   no   ordinary   grunt.   You   don’t   scare   me,   twerp.   ❞      In   fact,   they   were   a   field   agent   and   they   spent   their   days   crawling   in   the   mud   in   order   to   get   where   they   were.   They   sunk   low   and   this   was   rock   bottom.

❝   Friends?   I   don’t   have   friends   in   Team   Rocket.   ❞      Jessie   and   Meowth   were   their   only   friends   and   among   Rockets   the   trio   was   infamous   for   failing   at   their   endeavors   to   catch   a   single   electric   rodent.      ❝   Your   issues   with   the   organization   have   no   bearing   on   me.   So--again,   I   say   what   the   hell   is   wrong   with   you?   Got   a   chip   on   your   shoulder?   Team   Rocket   is   a   criminal   organization.   Get   in   the   way--play   with   fire   and   you   get   burned.   ❞

@undergrounddweller89 is the lovely creator of Acylius Flug (which is her version of the Dr Flug from villainous) @shadow-drygan is the lovely creator of Cruentus This is just a quick father's day drabble, enjoy!

Feral was laying on her tummy holding tightly to her crayon as she kept coloring in her picture. She finally gotten the picture to look perfect. Now she just needed the colors to look right. Then she'd add glitter.

Cruentus was baking the treats now and once they'd cool she'd help decorate. So while they waited on those. She worked on her picture.

"Feral, the cupcakes are done." Cruentus finally called out.

"I coming," Feral says getting up and toddling to the kitchen.

Cruentus helped the tiny eldritch onto her stool and offered her the bowl of blue frosting. It was her Papa's favorite shade of blue. She had asked for that specifically.

"Now remember dear. This is for the cupcakes. Not eating."

"For cupcakes. No eating.." Feral repeats with a toothy grin revealing that many of her baby fangs had come in.

The elder hound chuckles and it doesn't take long for them to decorate the cupcakes. They even added sprinkles and a bit of edible glitter.

"All pretty!" Feral says happily

"Very much so sweetheart."

Feral was sat down on the floor and went off to finish up her card. Soon she and the card was covered in glitter.

"All done!" she announced loudly.

"I can see," Hat says having come in to check on her.

"Mama!" Feral says with a smile reaching up for her mother.

Black Hat scoops her up and cuddles his daughter and looks at the card.

"Do you think Papa will like?"

"He'll love it," Hat says with a smile.

"Hope so," Feral says with a squeaky yawn.

"And it's nap time." Hat chuckles. "Time to clean up and nap."

"Noooo." Feral whines but doesn't fight as her mother carries her off.

*

The next morning Acylius doesn't want to wake up.

He had spent all yesterday working and didn't get home until late last night.

He missed Feral's bedtime routine!

He pouted about it but his husband made him feel better.

"Papa?" A soft voice as he feels himself instantly awake and rolling over.

"My baby!" He says happily scooping her up and making her squeal. "Morning princess!"

"Papa careful! You'll squish it." Feral giggles making the elder realizing she has something in her hands.

"What's this?" He asks setting her down and realizing they both now have glitter on them.

"For you!" She says happily holding it out.

Lulu took the card, opening it and he felt his eyes water.

There in Feral's baby scrawl, she'd written.

"Happy Father's Day! I love you, Papa! Love Feral" in big colourful letters. With a large purple heart on it and an attempt to write her name.

Her F on father and her name was backwards and it had more glitter than anything on it.

"Papa?" Feral says softly worried when he doesn't seem to react.

"I love it! Thank you, baby!" Lulu says setting the card aside and scooping her up into a hug and covering her face in kisses. "I love you, baby,"

"Love Papa!" Feral squeaks out happily. "Oh wait more surprise!"

Feral wiggles out of his arms and hops down to the floor with a thump running out of the room.

"Baby?" Lulu says with a pout.

"She'll be back." Amy (Hat's female form) says having set up watching the two amused.

"When did she..?" Lulu says picking up the card to look it over.

"Spent all day yesterday working on that card for you and one for Cruentus. She and I made him peanut butter cookies in the morning while he was out shopping." Amy chuckles giving her husband a good morning kiss.

"And they made you a surprise in the afternoon. Which she should be returning with soon"

*

Feral soon returns holding a tray over her head carefully balancing a cup of coffee and two cupcakes.

"For Papa!" Feral says.

"Oh, sweetie are those..cupcakes with blue frosting and glitter? And coffee?"

"yes! Grandpa help! I gave him a card too! And peanut butter cookies!"

Lulu took the tray and set it aside before scooping her up and hugging her tight.

"thank you, baby, I love you!"